Shifting Gears
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Photo by ParkeHarrison
When things aren’t breaking quite your way
and this world leaves you stuck,
crank it up.
General-Literary Poems
Posting these literary poems where people can enjoy them pleases me. Even poems that have landed in books, magazines, or anthologies will find a wider audience here, while poems used to the quiet solitude of my desk drawer will get to see the light of day and meet readers like you! (Art fans: Look for literary poems inspired by the work of well-known photographers and painters.) Please request permission by email, including full copyright information on each copy made. For internet use, a link back to this website is required.
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, simply read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
Word Verification Rant
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
Word verification is not my thing.
No added safety does it bring.
It only takes a lot of time
and makes commenting less sublime.
The Word Nymph Talks
on Water
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
art by Jason deCaires Taylor
Even turned to stone,
I can’t stop talking.
Water-logged (and -lunged)
I burble on, blow
bubbles with my words
and watch them rising…
Graves and Chairities
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
What does it mean?
I am part of a scene,
and the chairs are filled
with ghosts.
If no more alive,
I would rather arrive
in a field graced by
heav’nly hosts.
The Story Seed
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
I planted a little story seed,
just placed it deeply in the ground
and, fertilizing carefully,
spread all the dirt and mulch around.
Finding Brillig:
AKA Rocking the Jabberwock
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
Image from Central Park by Eric S.
We all step through the looking glass,
but each one takes a different ride.
Some fall head-first like Alice did
while others take a measured stride.
Disapproval
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children – photograph by Anita Schiller
The old regard the new
with disapproving view,
resentful of the day
ebullience slips away.
Rebirth
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
Within the stone-cold reaches of his heart,
a red-hot revolution had begun.
The feeblest of stirrings was its start,
mere embers, kindled by another’s sun.
She tasted sweet as honey, deftly spun
his head around; oh yes, this was her art.